Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

With his orders from Fitz, Steady pushed off with his muscular back legs, going up the rock face. His eyes were on the cougar as he made his way above it. It was obvious the pack had the upper paw in knowing the layout of this mountain, and Steady would use his knowledge to his advantage. The squeal of his nephew urged him on until he faced the feline once more, blocking its path as it tried to figure out where to go.

He growled, and in desperation, leaped at the the intruder as it was focused on Zaria, hoping to knock it off balance so the rest of the pack could attack. Steady was a large wolf, and he used every pound of muscle he possessed to attempt to tackle the creature that dared threaten Mason's life.